Upon hearing the Eight-Headed Serpent's words, Old Master Tang and the others all changed their expressions, their eyes filled with fury as they looked toward the black mist!
"Young Master will not be controlled by you! It's impossible for him to become your servant! Don't think I don't know, his Dragon Qi is your nemesis!" Yan Hu roared furiously, staring fiercely at the black mist hovering in the sky.
"Yes, if he were at his prime, I definitely couldn't control him! But now that his Dragon Qi has been depleted, his soul damaged, and his Essence Blood drained, he's at his weakest. Do you still think I can't control him? Haha... Just wait, wait for him to come and kill you all! Or, you could kill him right now! If you don't want him to become my servant, then kill him! I'd love to see the look on your faces when you kill your own savior! Haha..."
The voice of the Black Mist Serpent echoed once more, filled with triumph.
